Traci Bingham tugged the Wonder Woman outfit around her chest and stepped back to look in the mirror.

Her big brown boobs strained mightily at the thin red material (this is after she got her boob-job). The star-spangled panties hugged the area of her unmentionables, and the red boots accentuated her long legs.

She looked hot.

Formerly a member of the Wonder Woman Emergency Squad, a trio of lifeguards (don't ask) who were sort of deputized by Wonder Woman, now she had to go into action as the only Wonder Woman! The old Wonder Woman had disappeared!

Actually, the old Wonder Woman was slumped in a chair, a vial of chloroform between her huge hooters, her face hanging down to breathe in the fumes. As anyone who watched the TV show knows, Wonder Woman passes out if you just wave the cork in her general direction.

Traci strode over to the unconscious superheroine and stood, hands on her hips, and thrust out her chest.

"Stupid bitch. Knocked out with a ham sandwich and a gallon of cheez-wiz!"*

* Don't ask - at least, until the next installment!

She pasted Wonder Woman in the right breast, then the left.

Then the right, left, right, left, right, left... she used her jugs as speed bags.

"That ought to fix you!" she snickered.

Then she opened up the closet doors, to reveal Alexandra Paul and Yasmine Bleeth hanging there in their Wonder Woman suits. Each woman's arms were tied behind her back, and their boobs hung just so in their skintight Wonder Woman costumes. Their star-spangled panties clung so tightly you could lip-read.

Too bad there's no picture, but the rules say you gotta use one already made, so you're outta luck.

"And as for you two other members of the Wonder Woman Emergency Squad, since you were hit over the head before I worked you over, my story is that you were attacked by Mary Lou Retton. Again.**

**Mary Lou clobbered them in the classic story, The Wonder Woman Emergency Squad Baywatch Crossover!

"Now I'll go out and fight that arch-fiend, the Leopard!"

And so Traci Bingham, now Wonder Woman, sallied forth!

The Leopard (Vivica Fox in a leopard-spotted leotard cut re-e-e-al low on her chest and re-e-eal high on her legs) was busy stealing the city's supply of leopard-patterned diamonds, which are very rare.

So rare, there was precisely... one.

The Leopard wore black cat ears and black gloves and black boots, and a leopard tail attached to her nice butt. She didn't actually like the leopard tail, but it was a villain thing.

"Halt, you leopard-skinned larcenist!"

She spun! "Me-owww. Wonder Woman!"

She blinked.

"Wow, you've been out in the sun too long!"

"No, you idiot! I'm the dynamic new black Wonder Woman!"

"Wasn't that... Nubia?"

Wonder Woman sighed.

"Regardless... I'm Wonder Woman now, and I'm going to kick your henchmen's - "

Wonder Woman blinked and looked around.

"Where are your henchmen?"

The Leopard sighed. "I can't afford to pay for their health insurance. That's why I'm stealing the Leapin' Leopard Diamond, the only diamond of its kind. I should be able to afford a few months' payments on that!"

She paused.

"Um, you do know that I'm Batwoman's archenemy..."

"Things are tough all over," sneered Wonder Woman, and she lassoed the Leopard with her magic lasso!

"Ha! You skintights-clad schmuck!" she said, hauling the Leopard in. "My magic lasso is totally unbreakable! Invulnerable! Incomprehensible!"

She struck a pose, chest out, chin out, smiling broadly. "By my magic lasso, I command you to surrender!"

The Leopard stood defeated!

"Gosh, Wonder Woman, I guess I'll have to...

"PUNCH YOUR EFFIN FACE IN!" she cried, unleashing a punch to Wonder Woman's jaw!

"Uuuuggghhh!" cried the heroine as her world was rocked!

"Ohhhhhhh..." Wonder Woman moaned as she stood there, her enormous rack hanging forward, her head going round in circles. "M-my... lasso?"

"I swapped your lasso for a cheap imitation magic lasso, Wonder Woman," said the Leopard, driving her fist into the heroine's breast.

"Ooogh!"

"Had to pay for my henchmen's insurance somehow!" she added, pummelling Wonder Woman's other breast.

"Aaagghhh!"

"You know," she smiled as she lifted the heroine's jaw off her chest. "Things are tough all over."

She sent her fist slamming into Wonder Woman's jaw!

With a coo of pain the busty superheroine fell to the floor and was laid out, flat.

Or as flat as her artificial tits would allow.

The Leopard grinned as she visciously kicked her in the crotch - it was insurance, to keep her unconscious.

And, it was fun.

"Hmm, I'm not your archenemy, so I don't think I can rig you up in a deathtrap or anything," she mused, kicking her right breast almost inside out. "Maybe I should call Marsbar, or Dr. Mildly-Psychotic-But-Controls-It-With-Pills, or any of those other losers you fight... "

"You'll only be joining them in Dorkham Asylum, Leopard!"

The Leopard looked up.

Standing heroically with hands on her hips was Halle Berry, clad in a very tight black leotard and bat-mask, with a deep purple cape, boots, gloves and belt. A deep purple, stylized Bat emblem flapped across her nice round titties.***

***Sorry, no pictures again - frickin' rules. But man she does look hot!

Matter of fact, her leotard was made of very thin six-way stretch spandex, so thin that Halle must have been a little cold, if you know what I mean, wink wink, say no more.

"Batwoman!" the Leopard said with relief. She and the Bat had a history together.

No, not that kind of history, you perv! Sheesh! Just business. Strictly business, okay?

"You may have knocked out Wonder - "

Batwoman paused, raising her eyebrow.

"Uh, since when is Wonder Woman a sister?"

Leopard shrugged. "Dunno. That's hardly the only illogical thing in this story."

"I will knock you out with a Batarang!"

The heroine flung the Batarang at the Leopard's head!

And it bounced off.

The villainess picked it up. It felt like...

She smelled it.

"Marshmallow Peeps?"

Batwoman shrugged in embarassment. "What can I say? Real Batarangs cost $235 apiece. Things are tough all over.

"Luckily," she said, going into a combat stance, "I don't need Batarangs, or anything else, to lay you out cold, kitty cat!"

"Uhh, watch the 'cat' remarks, OK? Wiz doesn't like Catwoman - not that I'm her! Uh uh."

"Oh, sorry. damn, I had a good 'black cat' line thought up. And one regarding your pussy."

"He doesn't like lesbos, either."

"Who's lesbo? You know how many men want me?"

"Just sayin', is all."

Batwoman nodded. "Then let's fight!"

Now, ordinarily, I'd tell you about two incredibly-built black babes in skimpy, skintight leotards, punching each other's beautiful faces and bra-less, free-swinging boobs, and rock-hard stomachs, over and over until both girls are gasping for breath and causing their sweaty brown bosoms to heave, and soft and sexy moans to escape from their lips... but you really don't want to read about that.

Let's just say that after eleven heart-pumping, breast-smashing, moan-inducing minutes, the Leopard uses her free-swinging mounds, having been punched out of her tights, to smash Batwoman in the face, one from the right, one from the left, knocking her out!

The Leopard holds Batwoman's lovely face in between her astounding gargonzolas, letting her breathe the sweet smell of sweatty womanhood - and finishing her off.

"G-geez," thought the Leopard as she stuffed her sacks back in her suit. "That was absolutely the most thrilling fight I've ever been a part of! I thought she had me with the whipped cream blintzes, but I showed her where she could snap into a Slim Jim!

"Now, because she is my archenemy, I can tie her up!"

Her thin Bat-leotard totally in tatters, thanks to that trip through the Piano Roll Making Machine (not to mention the pack of rabid Chihuahuas commanded by none other than Rex the Wonder Dog), Batwoman was hung up wearing just her mask. That's it. It's not like she was wearing any underwear or anything. Totally nekkid, except for her mask. Nothing to do with lesbos or anything, got it?

Batwoman was tied with her arms behind her back, and with two sections of rope around her waist and, well, lower. They were connected by more rope, so that they pulled the knot tight across her cunt.

"Uhhhhh... " Batwoman slowly woke up from her beating, her big brown breasts beaten black and blue.

"All right, Leopard, what are you doing to me this time?"

She blinked.

"Uh, why are you upside down?"

"You are upside down, you Bat-costumed bimbo!"

"I don't have much of a costume left, you fiend!"

"Okay, so the ninja bunnies got a little out of hand," the villainess shrugged. "But you used the mozzerella of doom, so I think I was justified."

"This is... kind of lame, isn't it? I mean, usually you put more effort into it."

"Oh? How do you feel when I ram this stick up your - "

"WOO-oooo-oohhhhhhh!" Batwoman groaned as the rolled cardboard stick was shoved up her pie-hole (your choice as to which hole that refers to).**** HEY WIZ! INSERT PICTURE HERE! http://www.superheroinecentral.com/~wizard/Challenge14/Chall14_RandyJohnson04.htm

****Hey, we finally got a picture! Yayyyyyy!

"Oh-hhhh!" moaned Batwoman. "Ohh, God! Uhhhhh!"

"And!" announced the Leopard, "I will lower you into that vat, which contains chocolate! Yes, you bitch, I am going to coat you in chocolate! Bwah hah hah!"

"Ooollghh," Batwoman gurgled, the stick up her wazoo. "What does that... oOOoo... have to do with 'cat'?"

"Nothing," the Leopard replied, lowering her into the chocolate. "You're thinking of Catwoman again. And she's overused."

Splort! Batwoman is dipped into the chocolate mixture, then quickly pulled out.

The chocolaty goodness flows over her nekkid body, and starts to harden pretty quickly. The Leopard breaks off a chunk under her nose so she can breathe - hey, she's naked, humiliated, coated in chocolate with a stick up her wazoo - she doesn't need to kill her!

"Now, Batwoman, I will take you to the candy store and put you in the window. I will have a raffle to win you and take you home - never mentioning that it is really you inside! Bwah hah hah!"

Leopard put Batwoman in a wheelbarrow, and was off.

But somewhere in the warehouse, Wonder Woman was still sleeping, forgotten.

I wonder which heroine will wake up first?